"You will go to bed faster if I help you. By now I thought you could trust that I have no intentions of bedding you. I will do nothing after helping you take off your dress," Killian said, watching Amelia from the chair which gave him a clear view of her struggling to get off her dress.
Amelia sighed, giving up her attempt to untie the back of her dress. It was tied as if she was never meant to take it off. She glanced at Killian eagerly waiting to help her. "Please help me," she said.
"See, that wasn't so hard," Killian said, placing his cup on the table as he stood up. He walked over to where Amelia stood to help her.
"Are you drinking alcohol again?" Amelia frowned.
"No. It is water. I don't plan on worrying you by constantly drinking alcohol even though alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does with your kind. I am only drinking it less to please you."
